My Fantasy I will never relinquish the memory of our first kiss. . . . the way you brushed your lips lightly above mine, tenderly coaxing them open. . . .instinctlively indulging in the elixir found inside. . . . you lured me into utopia as your lips glided above my supple skin, heightening the tingling sensations surging through every inch of my body . . . .introducing me to my fantasy . . . . a novice to acceptance I slowly gave in as I experienced your warmth removing the lonliness that accompanies the torture of inhibition. . . . receiving impulses from wants and needs our appetites grew voracious. . . .infectious. . . .urging us into further submission a proficient connoisseur you tenderly immersed yourself in my cusine. . . .nurturing my ripening downy cavity to the threshold of detonation. . . .encompassing me with the irrepressible need to envelop you and complete myself. . . . experiencing ripples of excitement we trembled as you began your inaugurate voyage. . . .embedding youself in the enchanted carriage you had conceived. . . .the lucious aroma grew thick. . . .enticing the inevitable eruptive sensations we were destined to share. . . . Then as was instictive as our first kiss. . . .we succumbed as servants to the dissapation of our succulent juices. . . Thank you. . . . . . . .
Reason for writing:
I think the inspiration issue is a given. Having lost at love, or what I thought was loveonce to many times I find it easier to write about it than to search for or indulge in it.
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